Motus Mentis

At my age, I certainly don’t enjoy working fourteen-hour days, and right through the weekend — I had quite enough of that in my long years at the recording console (and have the receding hairline and sunken eyes to prove it). But that’s just what I’ve been doing: I have a deadline to meet, and, to make matters worse, I set myself back several days by making some boneheaded design errors in the code I’ve been working on. The folks I work for are remarkably pleasant, understanding, and gracious — quite inexplicably so, under the circumstances — but a deadline is a deadline, and my comfortable paychecks come with the fair and reasonable expectation that when the time comes to deliver the goods, said goods will indeed be delivered, and in good working order besides.

Anyway, the point of all this is that any sort of serious scribbling on my part is simply not in the cards, probably for days to come. Meanwhile, though, the estimable Deogolwulf — who is not only one of the finest craftsmen ever to take up blogging, but is also a supremely atavistic mossback of the first water — has expressed, in a recent post, a somber assessment of representative government. Read it here. Discuss.

As for me, I will either be back in a day or two, or the lovely Nina will, I pray, take the time to post a brief obituary.